"If the main formation is that powerful, why doesn't the Linghu Heavenly Clan simply shut down this entrance? Why use other formations to seal it instead?" Chu Feng asked once more.
"I..." Pu Yang Han still couldn't come up with an answer. His expression only grew more unsightly, and an invisible pressure radiated from his face.
"If the main formation is that powerful, why doesn't the Linghu Heavenly Clan just summon out all the cultivation resources within the Ancestral Martial Cultivation Realm? Why would they have to search for cultivation opportunities in here, just like the rest of us?" Chu Feng pressed on.
"..."
Pu Yang Han's face was not only ugly—he was now drenched in cold sweat, because he couldn't find the words to explain, nor could he find a single rebuttal to Chu Feng's logic.
At this point, the crowd was nodding one after another, acknowledging that what Chu Feng said made perfect sense.
"You don't know the reason? Then allow me, Chu Feng, to enlighten you."
"The Linghu Heavenly Clan may control the main formation, but they do not control the Ancestral Martial Cultivation Realm."
"If you don't believe in me, Chu Feng, you're free not to come with me." As Chu Feng said this, he suddenly pointed his finger toward the formation he had set up, then swept his arm upward.
Whoosh—
A beam of golden light shot into the sky. The golden compass was already hurtling toward the entrance of the Sacred Spirit Light Formation at breakneck speed.
At first, the golden compass appeared no different—still that tiny, insignificant thing it had always been.
So minuscule, it dove into the massive Sacred Spirit Light Formation like a lone leaf drifting into a boundless ocean. It seemed utterly trivial, and no one believed it could gain even the slightest advantage within that web of sealing lightning that filled the sky.
"Formation, open!!!"
But at that very moment, Chu Feng let out a thunderous shout.
After Chu Feng's cry rang out, the same golden radiance that emanated from the golden compass began to pour from his very body.
The expressions of everyone present shifted dramatically.
Because the moment Chu Feng's voice boomed across the area, the golden compass—previously so small as to be unworthy of attention—instantly expanded.
In the blink of an eye, it had sealed off the entire entrance.
The golden compass was semi-transparent.
And so, everyone could clearly see that not long after it advanced deeper, it was immediately met with attacks from the sealing lightning.
Yet that seemingly fragile golden compass was, in truth, absolutely indestructible. No matter how the countless bolts of lightning rained down upon it in a frenzied assault, it remained completely unmoved—steadily pressing forward all the while.
Under these circumstances, the countless bolts of lightning could only be forced backward by Chu Feng, one after another.
The crowd's eyes were filled with astonishment. They had never imagined that this formation, which had looked so utterly hopeless, could actually withstand the Linghu Heavenly Clan's sealing lightning.
In truth, it wasn't just within the Prodigy Battle Ring—even outside, in the grand plaza beyond, the spectators were losing their composure.
"Like I said—those who believe in me, Chu Feng, follow me. I will lead you into the Sacred Spirit Light Formation."
With those words, Chu Feng soared into the air and followed the golden compass, diving straight into the entrance of the Sacred Spirit Light Formation.
Once inside, Chu Feng raised his hand and braced the golden compass above him.
In this moment, man and formation had become one, and the golden light illuminated all directions.
The speed at which the golden compass advanced grew faster and faster.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—